So I’ve now broken a cheap thing,
A flimsy corkscrew
But I’m sorry for it, like Paracelsus
What is this? I want to cry
Like a child at the movies
I don’t know my neighbors
I haven’t visited my parents graves
For a decade
And like a boy
I wonder if they know
They must, if god flows
Through small things
Though I’m seventy
And suspect
I’ve grown simple
See my eyes welling up
At cracked plastic
As the windows darken
Planet of the Blind 